An Evening Song

Hearts heavier than life
sink in the spirit of this aerial blood;
while many shaded birds only fly in this dusk,
many only reflect
and many only flutter innocent joy.
For who would like a drink to be lonely
and subtle from earthly possibilities
to a place nowhere and a time no-known;
for who would like to exchange the sun for moon,
nay,for nothing;
as future is due to be old in ickles of blinks,
and decay in the ruthless furnace soon.
Ay,I am not a citizen of Norway
where stars alit the dusk temporarily;
since every one is the king of his brain
and the universe of his thoughts.
Why then frown with a broken crown
and vacantly upto the painless stain?